Bad Hangover
light falls down
and your skull
like a bitten olive. do you want to know
what the real
fear is? fear
is waking up
as your bed being is wheeled
to the MRI
by parisian doctors; not knowing
what you should ask
or even the language
in which
Diarmuid ó
Maolalaí
A little about myself; I'm a
graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and recently
returned there after four years abroad in the UK and Canada. I have been
writing poetry and short fiction for the past eight or nine years with some
success. My writing has appeared in such publications as 4'33', Strange Bounce
and Bong is Bard, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Out of Ours, The Eunoia Review,
Kerouac's Dog, More Said Than Done, Star Tips, Myths Magazine, Ariadne's
Thread, The Belleville Park Pages, Killing the Angel and Unrorean Broadsheet,
by whom I was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I also recently published
a short collection with Encircle Publications entitled 'Love is Breaking Plates
in the Garden'.
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Poetry